Avalanche

So what's the point of getting so excited?
This will all be over so soon.
The lips and looks that you have so much pride in
Will be the first to go.
I'm gonna hate to see you
With a face like slate wiped clean,
But make no mistake,
This is no fresh start.
I know this hard...
This is the way it's always been...
This is the way it always has to be.
But what's the point of getting so excited?
I know you're waiting,
But what are you waiting on?
I won't keep secrets;
I'll write them all in songs.
So you keep waiting
As restless as an avalanche.
Skin drips from cheekbones;
Dry lips smile and crack.
Miracles are made in white rooms so
A mended spine can lift a broken back.
But what's the point of getting so excited?
I know you're waiting,
But what are you waiting on?
I won't keep secrets;
I'll write them all in songs.
So you keep waiting
As restless as an avalanche.
Everyone writes songs about California.
They're singing for the summer
And staying young.
I'm singing about Carolina
Because I write songs for you.
I know you're waiting,
But what are you waiting on?
I won't keep secrets;
I'll write them all in songs.
So you keep waiting
As restless as an avalanche.
So we keep waiting
As restless as an avalanche.